Moonlight Rhapsody

A poem

Raffaella Ferretti
Nov 1 · 2 min read
Shining moon and a long thin white cloud.
Shining moon and a long thin white cloud.
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I am staring at the moon while wondering why it’s hanging up there.

It’s almost full.
Awaited perfection is still missing a slimmer slice, preventing her from showing complete shining rotundity.

A holy halo is lingering all around her; like a fairy veil that’s floating in a dance lightly and expanding in the bright neat night sky.

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Raffaella Ferretti

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I passed 50, I am Italian, and I survived my coward cancer. Last year, I realized that my baggage was too heavy, in the need of some redimentioning.❤️POM❤️

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